Look into my window, <br />Observe silk flowers <br />Swaying to a ceiling fan breeze, <br />And a wallflower, <br />Wheelchair-bound at that. <br />Through the endlessness of hours, <br />I wait and watch, looking out <br />Past concrete and undernourished shrubs, <br />I see cars and bikes rushing by, <br />They keep me company. <br />Sun-faded draperies, once red, now pink, <br />Speak for years that have fallen behind me. <br />Suddenly I'm a slave to nostalgia, <br />Bound by silence, and distances, <br />See the photographs on my vanity? <br />Notice how they stare back at me <br />With abstract smiles for the out-to-pasture. <br />I know they are too busy, <br />Everyone has their own lives to live. <br />Hey... would you look into my world? <br />Can you spare just one moment <br />To share a single thought? <br />I know you don't have time to visit. <br />Yes, I am still here, <br />Alone, but <br />Alive!<br /><br />ToddMichael St. Pierre<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nursing-home-eyes/
